The gate of the Hinata Tribe Auditorium was suddenly opened.

The man holding the letter in his hand bent over and panted and calmed down his breathing. His eyes passed over the crowd of people, and he looked directly at the figure sitting high above the wooden platform.

The long wet hair scattered in front of the white robe, her bright eyes were filled with perseverance and many eyes looking at her, and she couldn't help but pinch the letters in her hand.

The Hinaga tribe members who were kneeling behind the door were surprised to find that the white envelope was actually engraved with the Uchiha clan's round fan.

"Chunzheng, you are late and sit behind."

The majestic middle-aged ninja in the middle of the platform showed his identity on his smooth forehead, and said calmly.

"It's the patriarch."

After closing the door, Chunzheng bent down and obediently sat behind the crowd.

He was holding a visit invitation from the Uchiha clan to each family. He knew that this was the Uchiha clan's learning results of the Uchiha clan's children in the ninja school.

As the son of the patriarch, he has a very sensitive sense of politics. Uchiha must not only invite them, but also other families. With the witness of many families, their plans are quite large.

His father on the stage, Hinata Takado Masato was serious about gathering family power.

Gathering the family?

Under the threat of the cage bird's curse seal, the Hinata clan had long been divided.

He had proposed to the clan early in the morning that it would be futile to ask his disciples in the clan to study at ninja school.

Patriarchy and clan power suppressed him with a vibrant mind. The word "slight words" is the most appropriate to describe him.

The exact same eyes of the tribesmen around him made his white eyes full of reluctance.

He was eager to change when he joined Konoha, but the passage of time made him feel that they moved from their ancestral land to a new home without any change, just old wine in new bottles.

The meeting gradually came to an end, and the routine sound of the ending sounded.

"Who has anyone to add?"

The patriarch's majestic and profound voice echoed in the room for a long time.

The seemingly democratic speech actually had a hypocritical emphasis. Chunzheng slowly stood up and gradually walked forward in the surprised eyes of the people around him.

"This is an invitation from the Uchiha clan, and we are invited to watch the battle clan."

Chunzheng respectfully handed over the letter that smoothed his wrinkles, standing quietly in front of everyone with his body upright.

"Is this what made you late?" Hinata Takado pointed to the round fan, took out the letter and said, "I'm interested."

The letter was not long, nothing more than time and place. All things were taken into my mind, Takado passed the letter to other Hinata's elders.

It’s okay to separate the elders of the family and wait for a while.

After circulating the article, the letter returned to Takadao's hand and said, "You will go on behalf of Hinata's family, so the meeting will be broken."

The words fell.

Longdao took the lead in getting up and the elders of the sect family followed closely behind him, and bypassed the screen behind him, gradually disappeared from Chunzheng's vision.

In the empty auditorium, Chunzheng leaned weakly against the wall of the wooden platform and sat on the ground.

His various efforts turned out to be a waste. His dull eyes before his father left, and he looked down with his head and looked across the open door and looked into the distance.

The white clouds on the horizon changed color with the sky, and the red and burning clouds were hard to ignite his cold heart.

“Stand up.”

A long time later, a familiar voice sounded from the wooden platform. Seeing that he quickly walked down the steps without any movement, he pulled him up and punched him in the face.

Chunzheng, who covered his cheeks, was a little disbelief and looked at the angry face in front of him.

He had never seen a calm father, with an angry look on his face.

Even when the message of his brother's death in the village was spread to the clan, there was no change in his face, which had always been like ice.

Perhaps since joining Konoha, the peaceful scene in the village has caused Hinata Takado to gradually remove his mask and express his thoughts to his son who fell to the ground: "I know everything you do."

Chun was covering her red cheeks, but she couldn't cover the huge fist marks, looking at her father, who had always been regarded as an old antique, in disbelief.

Takado, who had taken off his disguise, looked a little hunched. He sat beside him and looked at the gorgeous clouds and said, "I knew it when Uchiha and Konoha were preparing to create a village, but why did I have to wait for the Hinata family to join after Zhu Ludai and the others join?"

Facing the silly son's puzzled gaze, Takadao suppressed the urge to use soft fist, pointed at his innocent eyes, and explained: "Hyuga family only does the icing on the cake. If they bet on the cake, they would have been wiped out in the war long ago."

Haruma is very aware of the situation of the Hinata family, the conflict between the Zong family and the division, and the roll of eyes that makes foreigners covet.

He extremely hoped that the Hyuga family could bloom new vitality in the new Konoha that would make the dead tribe bloom, even if it was half as good as Uchiha.

"The children of the family can go to the Ninja School at will. You will be the one who has not yet been born. Let's talk about other sects." Longdao glanced at the silly son, who had recovered his expression and walked out on the wooden board.

Chun, who had hope ignited in his pupils, looked at the dusk and murmured: "Is it only my children and the ones who split up? Well, at least his efforts have been rewarded."

Inside the Uchiha clan.

Lei and Baru looked at the land student carrying the Uchiha ball fan with envy.

The little people were carrying huge round fans and towering sickles, and even in serious inconsistent proportions, they showed great courage in their eyes.

These Uchiha clan's magical artifacts have defeated countless powerful enemies in the hands of the clan leader.

Lu Sheng looked around him helplessly, and had no sense of rivalry at all. He would see the truth on the training ground later.

Standing on the ground, Lu Sheng pulled the chain of the sickle in his hand and turned around to look at the sneaky two people.

"What are you going to do? Beating the player before the game is not shameful." Baru, who reacted, trembled with Lei Wei behind him.

He knew very well that Lu Sheng could use this round fan with his strength, so he decisively chose to show his weakness to the enemy.

"That's right! If you want to fight, hit Balu first, I have hope to defeat you."

Speechless Lei pulled the corner of Na Ke's clothes, and saw his legs trembling, and pretending to be shameless on his plain face.

"What are you thinking?"

Lu Sheng looked speechlessly at the three-person group in front of him, waved his hand to signal them to get closer.

Baru looked at Na Ke carefully and said, "Maybe it was fishing. The last time the tribe was more than the three of us, just like that."

"Don't you want to touch this?" Lu Sheng waved his fan gently and said softly to the child who was like a frightened bird.

"It's true!"

Lei touched Fanye with a happy expression and said to the two people standing side by side.

Seeing that the fish was caught, Lu Sheng smiled satisfied: "I'll ask you to leave it to the Great Elder of Fire Nuclear later."

The three of them looked at each other with ecstasy joy, and now they could touch them enough on the road.

“Conditional.”

Lu Sheng looked at the three black balloons that seemed to be deflated and said, "Tell me the Great Elder of Fire Nuclear that the patriarch will not come if he has something to do, the round fan represents him."

Seeing that they nodded like chickens pecking at rice, their tone became serious on the way and solemnly warned: "You must not try to use it, otherwise you will drain the chakra and faint."

"no problem!"

Na Ke stroked the blade of the sickle intoxicatedly, patted his chest and assured.

"Then I'll leave it to you!" Lu Sheng watched them walk towards the center of the tribe with a smile on his face.

"He gave this to us, so what is he going to do?"

Baru, who removed the chain from the fan handle, said to the two people who were carrying the round fan together.

"What if he doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with us."

Na Ke responded with blurred eyes at the fan.

"Yes, we make a lot of money anyway!"

Baru, holding the sickle, looked at each other and walked towards the destination with enthusiasm.
Chapter completed!